I am going to do something I have not done for a long time. I am not ordering seeds from any of my favorite catalogues. This is breaking my heart, but, it is preferable to breaking my neck. Which, it appears, is what I’ve been doing to myself. I am not giving up gardening, only […]
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I planted the oddest little seeds I’ve ever seen last fall. They looked like tiny little asteroids. When dropped from my hand into the dirt, they disappeared as if into thin air (or outer space.) Lo and behold, bright green tips arose where the asteroids had collided with my planting beds and voila! instant […]
There is no better reason to garden than my supper this evening. Spaghetti squash, just off the vine. 24 small yellow pear tomatoes, halved. (A fraction of what I picked today.) three cloves of garlic (dug out of hydrator from spring harvest) bell pepper (Picked this afternoon.) salt and pepper to taste (Grocery store) […]
I’m about to make Deb jealous again. I started my tomato seeds a few weeks ago and am about to stick the fledgling plants in the ground. Uh-huh. You heard me right. Second week in March. Tomatoes in the ground! You see I garden on the Gulf Coast where the sea breezes coming from 100 […]
“For the love of Pea, won’t you please grow?” This is me, nervously watching, and occasionally verbally abusing, my spring plantings. I’ve currently got potatoes, fennel, cabbage (left from the fall) broccoli (ditto) and brussel spouts (ditto). I know I’ll never see actual edible stuff off that broccoli and brussel sprout plants, but I can’t […]
I made a sweet deal with my friendly neighborhood coffee shop. I provide a 5 gallon bucket with a lid, and they will dump their used coffee grounds in for me to take home for free! First load home is destined to go on the roses in the morning. I’ll swab out the bucket […]
I grew up in a family rabid about Ohio State Football. I never quite understood how this logically translated into a vegetable eating exhortation, “Julie, eat your spinach like Popeye, so that you can grow up to play football for Woody Hays,” but it was one I often heard. My parents would have been better served […]